Sugar (The Henchmen MC 12)

And I was tempted.

Way too tempted.

But I had some nosey neighbors.

And I didn't want this getting back to my family either.

"Inside and to the right," I told him, tightening my hold as he started walking, taking to torturing the edge of his ear as he did so, until he seemed like he couldn't take it anymore, slamming me back against my door, grabbing my face between his hands, and branding his lips into mine. Hard, almost painful, but in the best possible way as I tried to focus enough to wrangle my key out of my wallet.

As soon as I did, his hand was reaching for it, stabbing it into the keyhole, and shoving the door open.

Once inside, he slammed me back against the door, but this time yanked backward, dislodging my legs from his waist, making them fall numbly to the floor, the click of my heels slamming down echoing across my quiet apartment.

I barely had a second to get my bearings before he was down on his knees in front of me, yanking up my skirt with one hand, reaching under with the other to snag the tiny swatch of fabric covering my sex. His eyes shifted up to watch my face as his hand tightened and pulled. The ripping of my panties unleashed this buried, primal, animalistic urge inside me, making my already needy pussy clench hard in desperation.

"Fuck," I hissed when just a second later, his head ducked, and his tongue slipped between my lips, finding my clit, then sucking it into his mouth, making whatever strength I had in my legs become questionable as I had to half-fold forward, pressing my palms into his shoulders as he devoured me. There was no other way to put it. His tongue swirled, flicked. His lips sucked. It was clear that this wasn't a tease, wasn't the fastest way to get me begging for his cock.

Oh, no.

Sugar was out to prove what he had said in the bar earlier.

And as I felt my walls tighten almost painfully, promising an orgasm that was going to shatter me, I had the oddest thought running through my head.

He was going to ruin me.

I didn't have time to analyze it though as his lips sucked and his tongue pressed somehow at the same time, pushing me over the edge, sending me spiraling down into the orgasm as my cries echoed off the walls in my apartment, loud even to my own ears, as the waves moved through me, as Sugar kept working me, kept dragging it out, milking it for all it was worth.

"God," I sighed as the waves finally ebbed, as I could finally pull a shuddering breath into my burning lungs. "Ah, no," I shrieked as his gaze went up to mine and his tongue flicked over my too-sensitive clit again. And judging by the wicked look to his eyes, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He slowly moved to his feet when I straightened and leaned back against the door, trying to even out my heartbeat.

"Surpass those expectations yet?" he asked, his voice nothing but gravel and glass, rough and deep with his own need for release.

Surpass them?

More like shattered them.

Oral was a crapshoot for me. I always had to be in the right mindset, and even then, the majority of the time, I wanted fingers involved or a cock inside me to get me there. It was rare that a tongue and lips were enough, let alone something that could make my brain slow and my body tingly.

"Getting there," I lied, not ready to be vulnerable to a man yet. Or ever.

"Getting there, huh?" he asked, teeth nipping hard into my earlobe. "Guess I gotta try again then." A second later, I could feel his hand press against my thigh just a breath before I felt two fingers glide inside me, making a choked moan escape me, needing that friction somehow even after an already lights-out orgasm. His fingers curled and tapped, pressing into my top wall, making my legs buckle almost instantly. I had to reach out and grab his upper arms to stay standing, something that made a low, rumbling sound move through him. It was something that sounded a lot like approval.

"Fucking pussy is dripping still," he told me as though I couldn't feel it myself, knowing as he started thrusting that soon my slickness would be slipping down his fingers, coating his palm. "What do you think, baby?" he asked, fingers curling again to rub against my G-spot. "Should I let you come again?" he asked as his scruff rubbed across my neck. "Or get you almost there over and over until you're begging for my cock?"

"I want..." I started, then broke off on a choke-moan hybrid that I was sure I had never made before as his fingers started raking relentlessly across the top wall, getting me closer and closer, impossibly fast, too fast really. My heart had barely gotten back to a normal beat before he had it slamming too hard again.